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Chapters (38)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. Chapter 1 - Wednesday afternoon, April 6, 1988
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  8. Chapter 4 - Thursday morning, April 7, 1988
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  11. Chapter 7 - Thursday afternoon, April 7, 1988
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9 - WALKER MCNALLY
  14. Chapter 10 - Friday, April 8, 1988
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12 - WALKER MCNALLY
  17. Chapter 13 - Monday, April 11, 1988
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15 - JON CORSO
  20. Chapter 16 - Wednesday, April 13, 1988
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18 - JON CORSO
  23. Chapter 19 - Wednesday afternoon, April 13, 1988
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21 - DEBORAH UNRUH
  26. Chapter 22 - Thursday night, April 14, 1988
  27. Chapter 23 - Friday afternoon, April 15, 1988
  28. Chapter 24 - WALKER MCNALLY
  29. Chapter 25 - Monday, April 18, 1988
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27 - JON CORSO
  32. Chapter 28 - Wednesday afternoon, April 20, 1988
  33. Chapter 29 - WALKER MCNALLY
  34. Chapter 30 - Wednesday evening, April 20, 1988
  35. Chapter 31 - JON CORSO
  36. Chapter 32 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
  37. Chapter 33 - Thursday, April 21, 1988
  38. EPILOGUE

“I can tell you Patrick’s theory. When Mary Claire was taken the ransom demand was twenty-five thousand dollars. Add twenty-five to the fifteen we paid for Rain’s return and you’re looking at forty thousand dollars, which is what Greg and Shelly wanted in the first place. That’s hardly proof, but I can’t believe the total was a coincidence.”

“It does seem like an odd amount. Too bad they weren’t satisfied with what they got the first time around,” I said. I let a short silence fall while I thought about what she’d told me. “How soon after Rain’s abduction was Mary Claire kidnapped?”

“A week or so. By then we had the house on the market and we were looking at places in gated communities down south. The minute we heard about Mary Claire, we went to the police and told the detectives everything we knew. The FBI had been called into it by then. We gave them Greg and Shelly’s names and descriptions, plus a description of the school bus along with the license plate number. None of this ever made the papers. They did put out an APB, but there was never any sign of them.”

“Have you heard from them since?”

“Not a peep,” she said. “I saw Shawn when Patrick died. He spotted the obituary in the paper and drove down for the funeral.”

“Drove down from where?”

“Belicia,” she said, mentioning a little town an hour and a half north of us. “He was calling himself Shawn again, using Dancer as his last name. He looked wonderful. Tall and handsome. He has a shop up there where he builds furniture. He showed me photographs and the pieces are beautiful. He also does custom cabinetwork.”

“You think he’d talk to me?”

“I don’t see why not. You’re welcome to use my name, or I can call him if you like.”

“When you saw him at the funeral, did you ask about Greg and Shelly?”

“Briefly. He told me both of them were gone. To tell you the truth, I didn’t care that much. As far as I was concerned, Greg had been dead to me since the summer of ’sixty-seven. We parted from them on bad terms, and anything that happened to them afterward was irrelevant. Except for the business with Rain, of course.”

It bothered me that much of what she’d told me ran counter to my intuitions. “I’m sorry to keep harping on Mary Claire, but I have trouble believing they’d resort to snatching her. That’s hard-core for a pair who weren’t seasoned criminals.”